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I used to write a lot more than I do now. It used to be a requirement by the state education that I write essays on the subjects I was studying to prove that something was sinking in.
Lying here, lying back; Feet in air, staring at the ceiling. I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares; Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.
Let's not gossip or slander about anyone. How do you know the person you are slandering is not behind the door listening.
He may not always be thoughtful He may not always be sweet He may not always know what to say and when to say it But when it counts most, he is there Through thick and thin he stays by my side He...
I need to venture out today, well I say need to I could put it off til another but I enjoy my routine trip to town. Always going in the same few shops, safe, familiar.
People walk in and out of your life for a reason . sometimes when they leave , we can't help but be sad. the saddest thing though , is when you know that theyre gone forever.
While you are sleeping tonight, I wish God will touch your mind and let you see the pain you have caused me so when you wake up, you would see me as a different person and treat me the way I should...
You. You take up the most space in my mind. You with your big smile and happy laughters. You with your loveable habits, sleeping, eating, singing random songs, even stalking.
Photos on the walls Mirrors to the past My guard slowly falls How long will this last.
Look out the window the sky covered in grey. The rain cloud covers the sun A miserable face on everyone.
~I'm moving house.
The last memory I had with you was a arguing over a song. And now your gone. And the song rips me to shreds every time I hear it.
Its rained, its rained everyday since youve been gone. I felt, i felt like it has a million days since that dawn. The dawn they took you away.
When I was a small kid, birthdays was joyful events celebrated by the whole family. I was always eagerly waiting for the next occasion, counting days and telling people what I wanted this year.
Like any other woman, mine shits and farts and snores just like any man. She has her, shall I say, ‘ladylike’ times, but these are few and far between.
I have been thinking lately about the pressures that school kids have nowadays, where they are always pressured to do good at school, succeed at this and that.
If there are sort of music can bring u back to the fixed time spectrum. If there are kind of music trigger ur steel trap spinning around nostalgia.
Welcome to the first part of my young memories. I will basically just write a new one every time I remember something or get told something I feel significant to my life and the person I am today.
So I've lurked a little, liked a little, commented a little and followed a few, it's probably time I made my first Opuss though that seems too grand a title.
I once worked with a girl named Florabel Narina says she's cheeky but no need to dwell The old staff in Clements miss her a lot Coz she was always jolly and now lives in a place where's hot.
(This is the eulogy I wrote when my grandfather passed away in 2010 and read in its translated form in his funeral. I've had some people tell me they found it moving so I humbly reproduce it here.
The one thing that I fear most is in life is mediocrity. That my life will be that unremarkable, dull, average, and uninteresting that it will pass by without leaving a ripple in the world.
You're my friend. Each of you. And I'd like to read about you more. That's why I'm actually here. To read blogs and stories of interesting, boring, rich or poor people.
I've been giving this a lot of thought and have come to the conclusion... Chocolate eggs are magical!!. Granted its just chocolate in a different shape, but it really does taste better.